Here is one photo of my posse. When I was in the village, I camped right near the school. So every morning when I woke up there were kids outside my tent, and everytime I was walking around, a heard formed behind me. After a few days they were all wanting their picture taken.
Without power, and the only water was a hand pump- this was a pretty primitive setting. The entertainment from the end of work to dark was soccer. The first night it was a full 11 v 11 with the entire community. The other days it was just people showing up because they learned that there was an audience- me sitting outside my tent. The younger kids played with this ball made up of wrapped plastic bags. If there was one way to communicate without speaking the same language, it is through playing soccer- a passion I share with all of the Zambians.